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WHEN I WAS A CHILD…

I needed someone…
to feed me,
to clothe me,
to house me,
to teach me right from wrong,
to teach me respect,
to teach me to be kind,
to teach me to take care of things,
to teach me to care for other people and their property,
and on, and on, and on….

The reason I needed this teaching was because I pretty much only thought of myself
when I was a child.

I wanted what I wanted, when I wanted it.

I could shut down conversation by screaming and crying and throwing a fit.

I could go along with a crowd without thinking of the rightness or wrongness of what the crowd was doing because going along with the crowd appealed to a part of my nature to “be a part” of something.

When I was a child, I had parents who loved me enough to discipline me when I didn’t pick up on the self-centeredness of my own actions.

They taught me the quiet joy of doing something for someone else.

I didn’t become a man when I left home.

I didn’t become a man when I got married.

Or when I had a child.

You have all heard me go on and on about this being “born again” thing, and you are probably getting a bit weary with the same thing over and over and over…

So, I’ll try to say it differently.

When I realized that my own self-centeredness was keeping me from finding my life’s ordained purpose, I began to feel a sense of despair.

I turned to the only One who could free me from that emptiness.

When I gave myself to the Creator, asking for His forgiveness for my choosing my own way for all those years,

I got a chance to begin again.

That day, I began to become a man.
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I hang around a bunch of men these days, and I see them consistently acting like men.

That’s why, it’s a little bit hard for me to accept all these five year olds in bodies of adults who never became men (and women) but remained as they were…

Children.
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When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.
1 Corinthians 13:11

4 thoughts on “WHEN I WAS A CHILD…”

No, they are the ones that attack people (chasing out of restaurants, out of movies, threatening families, shouting over invited speakers, breaking storefronts) because they don’t think the same as them.
I can listen to and respond to a liberal, a progressive, a communist, a Muslim, an atheist without threatening them or shutting down their speech.

Sorry Randy , but you paint with such a broad brush , and completely unaware of the extreme right. There are dangerous radicals on both sides and they should ignored and marginalized. Randy those were not” fine people” in Charlottesville marching with torches calling for the extermination of the Jewish race , but I don’t hold all conservative responsible for them. Great thing about America is every two years we get to express our views in a way that matters. Not shouting and insulting but practicing democracy. No predictions but I await my chance to vote Nov 6.
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